A few weeks later when Amy got on the bus there was a girl behind her. It must be Kyla. There were only a few seats left on the bus. One of them was next to me. Amy went back to sit with her boyfriend. Kyla slowly made her way towards me, so she could take the spare seat next to me. I didn't want to deal with more shame from my dad if he found out so I put my bag on the empty seat. She sighed and moved further back on the bus. Amy looked at me disappointed. She wouldn't be talking to me for a while.
Kyla had vibrant green eyes and jet black hair. Her porcelain skin simmered slightly in the sun and uniform looked amazing on her. Her shirt didn't have stains in it and her socked didn't say down to her ankles. They stayed up at her knees where they should be and her skirt was the perfect length. But she was slated. Who would want a slated.
I didn't see Kyla all day. I say wondering if she would be in my class. At lunch Amy didn't sit with me. She gave me a slight glance as she skipped past. I liked sitting alone. It left me to my drawing. I'd get my sketch book out and zoned out. I put all my concentration into drawing. When I finished I held it up. It was a beautiful blue tit. I loved birds. They're so elegant. I felt connected to them.
Just so you know I don't know if I got all the descriptions right. It was a little while ago when I read it. Comment if you have any help for this. Thanks!!
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Slated: Phoebe
Teen FictionSlated is the amazing story of a girl who had her memory wiped. But what about Phoebe? What happened to her? Why was she slated? Why did she hate people who were slated so much?
